The Tale of One Woman’s Tramp Stamp

Loan me your brains for a minute; we’re gettin’ all philosophical up in herrr:


Which came first: the chicken or the egg?

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, does it still make a sound?

Would The Kardashians still be a show if Kim hadn’t gotten freaky nasty on the Interwebs?

If a woman gets a tramp stamp pre-tramp stamp era, is it really a tramp stamp?

I’ve written about the latter on Aiming Low today. The first five pals to leave a comment get a tramp stamp of my choice! What’s your pleasure? A Celtic cross? Some Japanese characters that you believe mean “faith & love” but really say “I smell of urine”? How ’bout we go tribal?!


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  1. I had mine when I was a senior in high school, long before it became an “in” thing among women in our country. My mother nearly fainted when I showed it to her when she arrived from an out of town trip “Look mom! I have a surprise for you!”. I just didn’t know what to do when she started crying and said “What have I done wrong!” LOL

  2. I got my first tattoo at the age of 36! On my upper back shoulder. I think tats are more artistry than anything else. But I will say – even at my ripe age – my mother was livid! I think I still got grounded. :)


  1. […] Not that I have any business judging a tramp stamp. […]

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